Home Across the barren desert In the shining heat A hazy vision appears before my eyes Of a little thatched cottage surrounded by pines And you in the doorway with your shining eyes. And in the sparkling snow of the highest peaks In the soft footprints of the gentlest doe With the echoes of nature swirling around my ears My mind can only think of you. In the firelight of the richest halls With the strumming of the minstrels tugging at my tears And the laughter of a hundred friends and traveling companions I can only think of home. And as I see the wonders of the world - The alabaster castles - The golden dragons of fire - The haunting song of the river nymphs - Nothing compares to home. Soon, when my quest is through - I will come home. January 2006